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He sat next to her at the high kitchen table. She was glad the stools had a back and a place to put her feet. She was tired from being outside and needed something to drink. As he sat down,
she glanced at him. His plaid shirt looked soft and fit him well. His jeans were clean and he smelled gently of soap and shampoo. She tugged down on her t-shirt and athletic shorts and wished she
had worn something else. She went to her friends’ house all the time, but didn’t think about meeting new people. Her friends brought them both glasses of water and sat across from them. Everyone
sat around the table and they enjoyed dinner together and a couple drinks. This man was clever. She laughed frequently at his jokes. He was funny, and handsome. He listened intently as she told a
funny story from her job. It was a fun evening.

As her friends cleared the table to set up the board game, she turned her chair and brushed his leg as she was getting down. “Sorry” she murmured as she headed for the bathroom. While she
was in the bathroom, she touched her leg where his jeans brushed her skin. They were soft. She tried to fix her hair a little, but her messy bun was just that. She told herself that she needed to
dress better, but she knew this was her. She sighed and walked back to the kitchen and climbed back on her stool. He held her chair back so it wouldn’t swivel as she sat down. She looked directly
at him “Thanks.” He smiled. She quickly looked away as her pulse quickened. He was too nice. And too cute. And his little grin was too much. She was ridiculous. She was a grown woman and was acting
like some silly teenager. “PULL IT TOGETHER!” she shouted to herself in her head.

The game was fun and everyone was having a nice time. Everyone was really into the game and there was a lot of laughter. They both shifted in their stools for the next turn and his pinky
brushed her bare leg. He murmured sorry this time and the game continued. Everyone took another turn and as they watched the game play across the table. His pinky touched her bare leg again and she
froze, but he didn’t move his hand. She looked at him, but he was talking to someone across the table. When they had turned away, he looked at her. Really looked at her. She stared into his eyes,
then someone asked her a question and she had to turn away. His hand stayed there, just barely brushing her leg. Heat slowly crept through her body. She focused on the game, but his hand
didn’t move. After some time, his pinky moved just slightly. She almost jumped off the stool, but covered her surprise with a cough. She adjusted her stool and he looked down towards the table. She
couldn’t believe herself, but she scooted closer to him. He looked up, questioning. She smiled broadly, but quickly stopped, not wanting anyone to notice. This attractive man was touching her leg.
HER LEG! Her athletic shorts covered, messy bun hair, old t-shirt, less than fit leg, and she didn’t want it to stop.

She grinned to herself. Her confidence soared and they continued to play the game, pretending that nothing was happening on their side of the table. He slowly, gently traced his finger up
and down the exposed part of her leg. She wished she wore shorter shorts. She tried to adjust to expose just a little more skin and covered it by taking a drink. All five fingers fell on her skin
right above her knee and she almost spit out her drink. They continued laughing and they were both enjoying their little game.

His fingers ran up to her shorts. Her skin was soft. He could feel her trying not to move under his touch, but her skin was getting warmer and she kept taking little open mouth breaths. A piece of
her hair had come lose and curled down her neck. He wanted to touch it. To feel her hair in his hands. While his friends were busy, he looked at her profile. She wore no makeup, no frills. Even in
her t-shirt he could see the outline of her large breasts. This was a real woman. She was honest, and genuine, and kind, and her laugh was contagious. She ate real food and had real, warm, soft
legs that he was touching right this moment. His thoughts had already shifted to wondering how soft other parts of her body would be. His pulse quickened and he took a drink and he lightly drug his
nails up her thigh. He felt her whole body tighten and saw her lick her lips. This game they were playing was fun, but his body was beginning to react to his thoughts and he shifted in his chair.

His fingers stayed on the lower part of her thigh, but his caresses with even so slightly rough finger tips were getting hard to handle and stay still. His hand moved down to her knee and he
began caressing the back of her knee. Her skin was even softer there and he saw her take in a quick breath. She squirmed in her chair as heat began pulsing through her. She was getting very turned
on and his hand hadn’t gone more than a few inches above her knee. When they took a quick break so their friends could grab more drinks, he snuck a piece of ice from his drink and ran it up her
leg. Her legs parted a little and he took the opportunity to gently move his hand to her inner thigh. Her legs were strong and beautifully thick. As he glanced down to her skin, he quickly flashed
to her thick legs wrapped around him. This simple game of touching was getting out of hand.

His fingers ran up her inner thigh and he tapped her other leg to spread her legs apart. His hand slipped under her shorts and he hoped they could hold this together. Heat was radiating from
her body on she was on high alert while trying to act casual. He could feel her legs muscles move as his hand went further up her soft, beautiful leg. He caressed her until he thought they both
might lose their minds. He felt her hips shift as his hand pushed closer to her, as her felt the edge of her panties. She was biting her lower lip and both her hands were flat on the table. He had
to feel her. For him. For her. He couldn’t stop. He asked his friends if there was any dessert, any they both jumped up! They had forgotten! They both scurried to get the dessert and the second
they were out of sight they locked eyes. He could hear her breathing and felt her hips pulse against his hand. He asked “Can I?” quickly as his finger slid under the elastic. She nodded quickly and
he found her without hesitation. As his finger slid inside her, he watched her eyes close as she gasped and her head went back. “I’m sorry there’s not more time” he whispered, as he felt her
muscles tighten around his finger. The door opened and she squeezed tighter. He saw her fingertips pushed hard onto the table. They graciously accepted their desserts and her muscles slowly
relaxed. He very slowly pulled out his finger, and pressed it against her. She could feel how wet it was against her and she took a bite of the delicious chocolate cake to try to refocus. He slowly
moved his hand back down her leg. Still caressing her skin, but this time in more of a calming way. They both ate their cake quietly while their friends told a funny story. When they were finished,
some of the chocolate mousse was still on the plate. He lifted his hand that was on her leg and she watched him carefully. She didn’t want his hand to leave her body. He took the finger that had
been inside her, wiped some of the chocolate mousse off the plate with it, and licked it all off his finger. He complimented the cook and the cake as she stared at him open mouthed. He looked
directly at her and announced that this had been a wonderful evening and gave her a sly grin. “I hope we can all do it again some time.” He squeezed her leg as he got off his stool to leave.